A place in Astoria, Queens, NYC called The Dog House. My god they knew how to prepare a dog. And served a huge variety of dishes each with its own selection of additional elements, sauces, etc.
They went outa business last year.
Course, they shoulda paid their damned taxes…
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This response goes equally well with being taken back to a memory of a taste or smell and also with your best experience with a hot dog. 
No pickles (for godsake), no ketchup (unless you’re under 12 years old), no cheese, no chili…just Bertman’s Original Ballpark mustard. First served at Cleveland’s old Municipal Stadium and now at Progressive Field. Its a hotdog, people. You put brown mustard on it.
To me, half-smokes really were more of a sausage than a frankfurter. My dad loved them and it never occurred to me as a kid that they were unique to the DC area. We’d just get them from the hot dog stands along the Mall when taking out of town relatives down to the Smithsonian. That notable butterfly cut does go well with just mustard and onion. But it seems like every one I had was just a little too scorched for my taste. I think my dad liked it that way and so that’s how he bought them.
this has to be the dumbest thing to be concerned with.
-sniff- Purist.
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It appears they are not emulsified which rules them out as hot dogs, as far as I’m concerned. They sound good, though.
Every time an old relative/acquaintance from Cleveland visits me, they bring me a bottle of that fucking mustard. Yeah, yeah, I grew up on it too, at all those Indians games, and it’s lovely stuff, but I’ve got, like, EIGHT BOTTLES in the basement pantry.
Are you sure YOU are from here?!? ‘Cause a half-smoke ain’t a mere hot-dog my man. Them’s fightin’ words.
The man asked me about hot-dogs, I told him where the best hot-dogs are to be found.
